Hello, God. It's me, Mara.

You know, Lord, ’Twas exciting to discover, after reading various excerpts from “God’s Calendar,” written by William A Quayle, some very interesting opinions and viewpoints about the month October — so fascinating, just had to share, therefore, here we go

“The month of October is called the Aster month, Indian Summer month, wan/pale month of dimmed sky and drooping eyelids and leaf-a-flutter, falling but loath to fall — chaste/faithful October, with thy starry aster fields in tryst with Thee.

“Asters love October. When other flowers are leaving, asters are coming like a belated guest. Asters are stars fetched from the night skies and planted on the fields of day where we ground folks may pick them and ‘wear’ the stars in our houses for adorning.

“In October the birds are growing neighborly. They are flocking for soon they will be gone from us. Robins in Summer cared for none of their kind save their immediate families [their in-laws did not count] but when October comes, blood tells, and robins cluster in rose-breasted brigades as some rich-clad soldiery. The blackbirds, always social, in October gather in black clouds which change when they go out to practice flying maneuvers for their long, southward flight. Their voices click and click, sounds as if their wings needed oiling.

“Birds circle and rush like a stormy wind, the ivy pillars burn but refuse to burn to ashes, the asters laugh out loud along all the fields and up all the hillsides and by all the laggard roadways. The birds own the sky; the fiery pillars own the woods, but the asters, purple and white, own the fields from prairies to the sea.”

Thank You, Lord for October and for Romans 11:36: “Everything comes from God alone. Everything lives by His power, and everything is for His glory. To Him be glory evermore.”

Love, Mara.